No ***** Blues (Edit)

(Grinderman)

My face is finished
My body's gone
And I can't help but think
Standing up here in all this applause
And gazing down at all the young and the beautiful
With their questioning eyes
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself
That I must above all things love myself

I saw a girl in the crowd
I went over, I shouted out
I asked if I could take her out
But she said that she didn't want to

I changed the sheets on my bed
I combed the hairs across my head
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn't want to

I read her Eliot, I read her Yates
I tried my best to stay up late
I fixed the hinges on her gate
But still she just never wanted to

I bought her a dozen snow white doves
I did her dishes in rubber gloves
I called her Honeybee, I called her love
But she just still didn't want to
She just never wants to
DAMN!

I sent her every type of flower
I played her a guitar by the hour
I petted her revolting little Chihuahua
But still she just didn't want to

I wrote a song with a hundred lines
I picked a bunch of dandelions
I walked her through the trembling pines
But she just even then didn't want to
She just never wants to

I thought I'd try another tact
I drank a litre of Cognac
I threw her down upon her back
But she just laughed and said she just didn't want to

I thought I'd have another go
I called her my little ho
I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel
But she said she just never wanted to
She just didn't want to

I've got the No ***** Blues
I've got the No ***** Blues
I've got the No ***** Blues!
DAMN!

No ***** Blues
I've got the No ***** Blues
I've got the No ***** Blues
I've got the No ***** Blues, oh

DAMN!
DAMN! Ooh!